Chapter 42 Pretending to touch her hair!
It's Lu Lian'er.
Xia Mian was too tired to talk to her.
But Lu Lian'er was not giving up and kept hitting, hitting several more times in a row.
"Hello." Xia Mian answered the phone, responding weakly.
"Xia Mian, you're finished!" Lu Lian'er's excited voice rang out. "Just wait until LX terminates your contract!"
Xia Mian was stunned. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Lu Lian'er seemed extremely satisfied, "You will become the shortest-serving brand ambassador in LX's history! Haha!"
"You don't know yet, do you? The whole internet knows what you really are! You're just a despicable person who's been bullying me for ages!"
"Netizens will despise you, curse you, you will be abandoned by brands, and you will be abandoned by netizens! You will become a rat that everyone hates."
Xia Mian thought Lu Lian'er was crazy, "She's insane!"
She hung up the phone immediately.
He suddenly ran over and went crazy for a while, as if he was having a blast.
She completely disregarded Lu Lian'er's words.
I simply lay down in the bathtub and took a nap.
Fortunately, the bathtub was heated, and when I woke up it was already 10 p.m.
She stretched, having barely eaten anything all day, and was starving.
When I went downstairs, I saw the twin brothers wolfing down their food in the restaurant.
Grandma Fu, who always went to bed early, was surprisingly still awake, staying by the twins' side with concern, saying, "You two should eat and go to sleep right away, understand?"
"Are you guys stupid? Mianmian and the other girl know to come home and let us know they're safe, but you haven't sent a single message all day."
"If anything were to happen to you, how would I face your parents..."
As she spoke, Madam Fu turned her face away and wiped away her tears.
Who wouldn't feel heartbroken seeing their grandson covered in mud and water, cold and soaking wet?
"Drink the ginger soup after you finish eating to ward off the cold."
"Okay, Grandma." Fu Yanhao had been hungry all day, and he was in his adolescence, the kind of time when a teenager would eat his father out of house and home.
He finished the bowl of noodles in a few bites, and the servant quickly served him another bowl.
Xia Mian's mouth watered. "Is there any more? I want some too."
"Yes, Miss Xia." The maid responded and quickly served Xia Mian a bowl of steaming hot beef noodles.
"Has the young master returned yet?" Xia Mian took a bite of noodles, squinted her eyes, and felt the aroma and warmth almost reaching her soul!
“My brother probably won’t be back for the next few days.” Fu Yanhao glanced at Xia Mian, a cute and fair-skinned girl wearing a pink loungewear set.
The boy's eyes held a complex expression. Today, he and Yan Chen were doing disaster relief, and it felt as comfortable and perfect as participating in a thrilling battle!
And all of this is because of Xia Mian!
"Oh... That must be too much work." Xia Mian was a little worried about Fu Yanshen.
But I also know that he holds a high position and has many soldiers under his command. Since he is in that position, he must fulfill his duties.
The torrential rain pounded the earth and washed against the windows; the raindrops seemed like thousands of daggers piercing the world.
The wind howled outside the window, and the thunder roared like the fury of an ancient beast.
Lightning twisted and flashed, cleaving the night sky; even from inside a room, one could feel the overwhelming power of nature in the distance.
Xia Mian kept glancing at WeChat on her phone. After hesitating for a few minutes, she couldn't resist and sent a text message to Fu Yanshen.
"Brother, it's still pouring rain outside. When are you coming back?"
My phone rang right after I sent it.
She paused for a moment, then quickly answered, "Brother Fu...".
She originally wanted to call him Young Master Fu, but after a moment's thought, she changed it to Big Brother.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" The man's voice was tired and hoarse, and the sound of raindrops came through the phone.
"I can't sleep, Grandma, we're all very worried about you." Xia Mian pulled the curtains shut, also blocking out the terrifying and extreme weather outside.
"Don't worry, go back when you're done. You've been with the soldiers these past two days, so take care of yourself too." Fu Yanshen didn't expect this young girl to be so concerned about him.
"What I do know is... there were no accidents in the old city, right? And those people trapped in the subway have been rescued, right?" Xia Mian was still worried that the tragedy from her previous life would happen again.
"There were almost no casualties. We were prepared and we have you to thank for it. My uncle told me that you were the one who reminded him about the subway situation."
"I didn't know Uncle Zhao was originally from the fire department... I was quite surprised when I saw him." Xia Mian lost her previous restraint when they started discussing the disaster.
Fu Yanshen glanced at his feet, which had turned white from being soaked in water. He had just taken off his military boots, sat down in the tent, and tore open a packet of instant noodles.
The conditions here are terrible; there isn't even hot water.
But the thought that the dry noodles he was eating were supplies personally delivered by Xia Mian warmed his heart.
He grabbed a bottle of water and pressed it directly onto his lower abdomen. Using the strength of his abdominal muscles, he twisted the cap off, and it tumbled to the ground.
He gulped down several large mouthfuls, and his throat, which had been so dry it was almost burning, finally felt a little better.
Her voice didn't sound so hoarse anymore. "Don't come to the disaster area again tomorrow. You and Baoqi should stay home obediently."
“But I want to help you.” Xia Mian bit her lip. “I don’t feel at ease staying at home.”
"That was too dangerous." Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, his tone unconsciously softening. "You must be very tired today."
"So tired... I fell asleep in the bathtub." Xia Mian shrugged speechlessly.
With a loud bang!
A thunderous roar, like an explosion, suddenly rang out, startling Xia Mian so much that she almost dropped her phone.
"It's thundering again. Go to sleep early. Don't come tomorrow. Rest at home. It's not like you can only help me by coming to the site." Fu Yanshen listened to the sound of the rain outside the tent, his voice becoming textured and seductive.
“You and Baoqi can raise funds, or Grandma can host a charity fundraising dinner. The name of the Fu family matriarch still has some influence. Xia Mian, I'm on the front lines, and you can provide support from the rear. I believe in you, and I'm sure you can do a great job.”
“Fu Yanshen…” Xia Mian heard the man’s tired voice. He must be very tired. His usually clear voice sounded weak and powerless.
But he still talked to her for so long.
She couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was a sense of mission and empathy to work together on something.
She suddenly realized that perhaps the meaning of God's rebirth lay in this: not to compete with Lu Lian'er, that spineless, immature man, for favor or familial love, but to allow her to change the fate of more people.
For example, today... there were no accidents or injuries like those in my past life.
"Yes, sir!" Xia Mian suppressed her tears and replied playfully.
Fu Yanshen suddenly had a strong urge to go home!
He could reach out and touch her head.
He reached out his hand, as if Xia Mian were standing right in front of him, and gently stroked her in mid-air, as if... he had touched her.
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